so here it is naked vulnerable rough like my lips at times, but soft like my skin all the time there’s a story i want to tell you so listen closely listen to that inner voice that’s reading this and hug your soul whenever it resembles ember to the upcoming moments a man undressed a woman but before he undressed her he undressed her not to just undress her he held her he caressed her he watered her he read the words she wore on her skin gave her coffee when she couldn’t even let herself in looked into her not at her constantly searching for her soul through those windows always finding it never crushing it only conversing with it in that way he read the words beneath her skin beneath her bones beneath her mortality he knew he was holding a goddess before she’d ever know it herself he experienced the words he wasn’t like the parasites all in for a good story (she’s learned how to feed them without feeding them) the wind the moon the stars know she did the same (intent) in her eyes but this story is from her soul she’s incapable of telling another’s story it’s not her story to tell her eyes cried for his peace her heart hurt for his hurt she knew she knew that so many made ember out of her heart out of her soul he set it alight and soothed it and painted it with her own colours he added new words words of strength without wreckage words of caring without pity words deeper than words if it hadn’t been love before this was it no regrets no question about it then he extended his hand held her at a distance but held her nonetheless not completely just her hand and said ‘i want this for me’ in the same breath ‘i want this for you’ they held hands one on the other the other hand painting their own colours onto their own souls changing words for themselves becoming their own fire so that the fire one created would fuel the other and we all know what happens when we fight fire with fire .. their story continues . sincerely , this . is . love .
